MTL - Becoming An Ancient God From Blood Therapy - Chapter 8 Go straight to the point

Jin Yang received a birthday present at the age of 20. He received a baby wrapped in a blanket and placed it in a box. The paternity test results told him that this was indeed his child.What? What did that happen? In Jin Yang's memory, he had never had sex with a woman. How did this child come about?Lin Shenshen had gotten pregnant before marriage and was despised by her family. She had liked Jin Yang for many years, but one day, she disappeared. She would never pester Jin Yang again and stop him from getting close to other girls.Jin Yang gave the child a name. He realized that this brat was very smart, but his personality was becoming more and more like the girl in his memory.Six years later, at Lin Shenshen's lowest, Jin Yang found her along with his son.“I'll find you a beautiful stepmother.”“What about my own mother? Is she not as pretty as this young lady?”Lin Shenshen picked up her son and kissed him on the cheek.“Where did this child come from?”“Baby, let Mommy tell you—you were born in Mommy's dream!” The couple, Lin Shenshen and Jin Yang, kept teasing the little kid.Jin Yang, “Honey, why don't you elaborate? How did you give birth in your dream?!”

My name is Joo In-gong. The name that my parents gave me meant ‘protagonist’ of the world. Really?

Luo Yu traveled through the world of Douluo, met Gu Yuena, and after a million years of painstaking practice, he finally became a beast god. After a catastrophe, he became a human being, forged the first divine body of Douluo, and awakened the heaven-defying twin god-level martial souls.

Save Bibi Dong and help Zhu Zhuqing get rid of the scumbag.

Master wants to accept me as an apprentice? Sorry, you don’t deserve it.

Show off Tang San with one hand, blast the white tiger with one punch, cut Tang Hao with three swords…

A few years later, Luo Yu swept Douluo, and the king came to the Wuhun Palace, stepping on the abyss, pointing at the vastness of the sword.

In the vast God Realm, who is worthy of a battle…

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.